We don’t even acknowledge you. Not once. You’re just there… silent, still, and completely obsessed. Staring at our feet in flip flops while we chat, laugh, and make tea like you’re not even there. All you can focus on is the way our toes flex, the way the flip flops slap softly against our soles, how perfect our feet look from your lowly view. You’re beneath us...and this is the closest you’ll ever get.
